Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 74

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 74 Princess Peyton Has Just Fainted

Tanya’s POV:

Once we arrive to the doctor’s house, I immediately get started on the garden, rolling up my sleeves and putting on gloves I found in one of the sheds. Although I asked Marco to accompany me, I don’t wish to burden him, telling him he can relax on one of the garden chairs.

With the sun high in the sky, I can get on my hands and knees by the soil. One by one, with meticulous effort, I pull out the weeds that taint the garden grounds. I dump each one I extract into a wheelbarrow. And then once I’ve filled up the wheelbarrow, with great exertion I roll it over to the garden bin to empty it.

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I maintain this systematic routine, pulling out the weeds, dumping them into the bin, and then starting all over again, going in rows and horizontally making my way across the large expanse of garden space. I’m of course mainly focused on weeding, but every now and then I spare a glance at Marco. He sits quietly, but his leg bounces subtly, almost as if he’s impatiently waiting for something.

Finally, he breaks the silence. He clears his throat loudly, forcing me to look up as he stands abruptly. “Why don’t you ask me for help? You could really use m help you know? I’m pretty good with tough work,” he says, as if almost trying to convince me, whilst I already knew of his capability. Without me asking, he strides over and bends down beside me, and starts pulling the weeds.

Unable to help the smile that bares itself on my face, I chuckle. “I didn’t ask because you’ve already said you didn’t want to be here to begin with,” I say with all honesty. “But thank you for still doing it for me.”

We need to do this to get the doctor’s special ingredient, and only then can we gain the princess’s

logical thought process. Instead, I choose to just

from carrying anything heavy or doing any form of hard labor. He rolls the wheelbarrow to the bin each time. He heaves each bag of soil we need. And at one point he stops me from shoveling the old soil, using the

help me more and more. Nevertheless, what he does let me do is trim the bushes and tame the overgrown vines. I get to plant all the pretty flowers he picks up from one of the

distance, illuminating, and

to look at me, the blue of his irises contrasting with the pinkish sky. His blonde locks are shiny with sweat, and curly as usual. It’s been so long since I’ve been so physically close to Marco, close enough to study the elegant yet strong structure of his face. The thickness

exactly as

so is he, the two of us just sitting unmoving as the sun rises, neither of us able to utter everything we wanted to

startles us both, and we quickly pull away and take a stand. Marco turns away, and I pretend like I’m

down the steps and strolls over to take a

and we changed the soil,” I say softly,

and finally he turns to

beaming with pride. I hurry to grab Margret’s notebook and bring it over to him with it open on the page about the perfume I wanted to use. “It’s this one Doctor, I actually think Princess Peyton’s been poisoned.” He scans the page, and hope within me grows as he nods his head in agreement. “Okay…. Yes, yes, this all makes sense,”

invades my

means this perfume in this context is another ‘poison’ to Peyton. So, you’re basically using one poison to k*il*l

serious. And this is the best method of curing her. The illness she has is already very harsh, so it’s understandable that the method

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